Day 44


I found a line in a poem by Galway Kinnell which i keep going back to:


"Or is he back now, in his half-empty house, 
talking in ink to a piece of paper."


the poem is named The Stone Table.  of course I substitute "her" back now in "her" half-empty house.  it so captures this sudden excavation of the living presence now gone.


(but the sun was out today after a night of horrendous wind and rain, and that was pretty sweet.)